Recently I have developed this strange habit of losing Eric's keys, not my keys, his. I leave them all over the place and I have no idea why. I am totally unaware of what I'm doing when I have his keys in my hand. Yesterday, after a thorough search, it was revealed that I put his keys underneath a dishtowel on the kitchen counter. The day before that they were under a stack of books.
The worst part is that when Eric can't find his keys he comes straight to me (he is not the type to lose keys) and I say, with a touch of indignation," I didn't do anything with your keys." Then I feel a cold shiver when I realize that I did do something with his keys and I have no idea where I left them. So the search begins. Thankfully we don't live in a mansion and they eventually turn up.
I am generally a scattered person. I like to think of it as lovably scattered, but I am sure it can be maddening. Eric has developed his own coping strategies. When it's time to leave the house I always run around like a nut, searching for my own keys, phone, purse, whatever. Eric generally has already gathered them up and he just doles them out to me as I ask, "Have you seen my ____?"
I am very thankful that he is so patient and good natured about this. Perhaps it's a balance in his hyper organized mind. Whatever it may be I am sure happy that he understands I will continue to lose his keys for the rest of our lives.